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He actually didn't catch up.

Li Sheng squinted his eyes and looked in the direction of the prison, observed for a while, and after confirming that there were no pursuers, he threw the two special helmets to Hui Yu.

"Are you in trouble? It took so long."

The strange power king Huiyu said casually, like rolling green onions in a big pancake, he easily kneaded the two helmets into a hemispheric shape, and then put them together to form a crib shape to accommodate Angelica.

"Yeah. I met the white supremacist Black Panther, the cross-eyed Hawkeye, and the Indian-looking Captain America."

Li Sheng took out the oil drum from the three-dimensional warehouse and filled up the agricultural aircraft, "That Cervantes probably has a perfect quality prop or skill that can distort, transform, and control people with supernatural powers.

These three weirdos are just the vanguard, and there will be more to follow. "

"ha?"

Huiyu was stunned for a moment, "Isn't Cervantes detained by the Special Affairs Bureau? Why is there still something good on him?

Didn't the Special Bureau give him the money confiscated? Even if I hang up while playing games, my teammates will confiscate my parents' belongings - even though I don't have them. "

Regarding this point, Li Sheng's mood was quite stable, "Cervantes is, after all, a core member of the Carnival Troupe. He can not only extract key information from him, but also serve as a hostage and bargaining chip.

The Special Affairs Bureau will not allow him to hang out in any script world, and there is a high probability that some equipment and props will be returned to him when he encounters a mission. "

Cervantes is definitely not a good person, not to mention the Feng Youyun family who was killed by him in the previous fate mission. There are victims of his all over the world, which is enough to monopolize the "Today's Statement" program for an entire year.

But the cruel fact is that even if the Special Affairs Bureau catches him, he will not be liquidated and executed immediately.

History is always a victory of ruthlessness over brainlessness. If the Special Affairs Bureau wants to survive in a chaotic situation, it must be extremely rational and rational, and must save every ounce of power at hand.

From the perspective of the Special Affairs Bureau, the value of controlling Cervantes and treating him as a bargaining chip is far greater than simply killing him.

Hui Yu nodded in understanding, "What should we do now?"

“It’s better to take a plane and go straight to your destination.

We were able to successfully fly near Denver just now, mainly thanks to the cover of night. Now that it's daylight, low-flying aircraft can be seen by spy satellites in low-Earth orbit and ordinary people on the ground.

So later you need to cover the aircraft skin and change the color to delay our discovery as much as possible. "

Li Sheng said: "But before that, I have to go back to prison first."

He flew back to the superpower prison in a plane. At this time, the prison was empty and all the prisoners had escaped.

On the ground in the front yard of the prison, there were still many fresh corpses of superpowers who had been shot to death by machine gun fire.

Like Caroline and Angelica, these mutant corpses cannot be put into the backpack compartment, but they can be loaded into the pesticide storage tank of an agricultural aircraft with a maximum take-off weight of 7257kg.

"Excuse me. Why are you bringing these corpses?"

Caroline, who had been silent, couldn't help but ask: "Do you want to expose the Pioneer Company scandal to the public and tell the world that people with super powers really exist?

It doesn't work. With the control that Pioneer and the interest groups behind it have over the media, no TV station or newspaper is willing to come forward and report on it.

Even if there are journalists who are willing to speak out out of their own conscience and professional ethics, they will be quickly assassinated.

Sporadic leaked news will be regarded as conspiracy theories such as lizard people and flat earth theory, and will not make waves. "

Caroline had witnessed with her own eyes that some of her colleagues mysteriously disappeared within a few days and never appeared again because they opposed Pioneer's human experimentation project.

Since then, she has anonymously contacted several well-known reporters in Washington, trying to break the news. However, when the other party heard that the leaked content was related to Pioneer, they immediately cut off contact.

The only reporter who hadn't broken off contact seemed to have an interest in Pioneer and was trying to lure Caroline out.

As for the Avalon Organization, which is regarded as the savior by the group of superpowers

To be honest, if they really have the ability to change the world, they should not be huddled on a small Pacific island now, but should stand up and announce their existence to the world early.

"I wasn't thinking about exposure."

Li Sheng curled his lips. He would only stay in this script world for a few dozen hours at most, and the exposure of the news would not have much impact in a short period of time. "What I want is very simple. If I want to deal with Cervantes' Avengers, we can also Gotta have my own, Justice League."

After saying that, he took out a scalpel and, in front of Caroline's horrified eyes, cut open the skull of a corpse with superpowers, revealing the brain.

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"Denver is still 1,500 kilometers away from Angel City. At the flying speed of the AT-802 agricultural aircraft, it will take at least five or six hours to fly. If they don't want to run into the encirclement, they have to take a detour. The detour may still be Much later."

"The network department closely monitors the social networks of ordinary people along the route and immediately reports any suspicious aircraft flying at low altitude."

"Call all available low-Earth orbit spy satellites. If you can't borrow them, rent them. If you can't rent them, just buy them!"

"In addition, notify the U.S. Homeland Defense Force, in the name of Pioneer Company, to tell them that a super-powered terrorist has hijacked a plane and is trying to replicate a 911 crash into a building on the West Coast. Let them turn on the radar to full power! Destroy and shoot down all suspicious Target!"

"Have you finished gathering the superpowers in Angel City? We'll be there soon."

On Pioneer's Gulfstream private jet, Cervantes kept giving orders without stopping.

Alexander, the pursuit expert standing next to him, was particularly excited at the moment. It was rare to mobilize massive resources. He immediately used his old connections in the US intelligence department to assist Cervantes in organizing this grand arrest.

(Alexander was not dead. He was in the motel before. He stayed in his command vehicle and did not drive into the farmland with the three SUVs.)

The only unhappy person on the plane was probably the commissioner.

"Mr. Cervantes! The company asked you to help recover high-value targets, not to cause trouble to the company!"

The commissioner said in a deep voice: "Calling spy satellites and requisitioning the Homeland Defense Force will consume the company's political and financial leverage in Washington. It is impossible to squander it forever."

Cervantes glanced at him, ignored him, and continued to give orders on the satellite phone.

To be honest, after seeing another player cleanly deal with three level four superpowers, Cervantes was really not confident.

Some of his equipment and props are still being held by the Special Affairs Bureau, so they are not at full combat effectiveness.

In the killing field, the system even believed that he was the weaker party in a head-on fight, and needed to arrange a company for him as a balance.

The Laughing Troupe's style of conduct is that lunatics are not fools. Rather than teleporting directly, it is safer to continue the roundup as originally planned.

It's definitely not that he's timid.

Thoughts surged in Cervantes' mind;

The ignored commissioner was anxious and angry. He stood up with a snap and threatened the company employees, including Alexander, with his eyes, asking them to stop what they were doing and not forget their identity.

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Cervantes finally stopped what he was doing and slowly turned his head to look at the commissioner. For the first time, what showed in his eyes was not optimism and heartlessness, but pure indifference.

The commissioner was shocked by some indescribable premonition and subconsciously took a half step back, but he quickly recalled his identity, stood up straight, and looked at Cervantes.

"If I remember correctly, your company also has level four psychics who serve as thugs and guards.

These people can obviously crush your neck in an instant like an ant, but when they see you, they all respectfully address you as Your Excellency Commissioner. "

Cervantes said calmly: "They are not afraid of you, but they are afraid of what is behind you.

System, system, organization, social structure, state apparatus. No matter what specific term is used, it symbolizes a collective power. Humans are social animals and cannot exist without society.

Because of this, those level four superpowers who are far more powerful than you will bow to you respectfully and say hello.

But I'm different. "

Cervantes approached slowly, and the commissioner's face became paler and he stepped back.

"I don't need anything on this planet. I don't need anyone to produce goods for me. I don't need medical insurance, pensions, and retirement benefits. I have no desires and needs, so I am invincible."

Cervantes took out a glass cylindrical vessel filled with crystal blue liquid, "This glass bottle may contain a virus that can sweep the world, or it may not.

I might have dropped it, or I might not.

I am outside the rules of your society, so I can flout them. "

He stretched out his palm and pressed it on the commissioner's forehead.

The latter fell to his knees and let out a shrill scream, his whole face melting like a candle.

"To put it in terms of the president of our guild, the Special Affairs Bureau and the Global Supernatural Alliance, which claim to be noble and flaunt their morality, are actually just like our Laughing Troupe, they are just a group of locusts plundering different worlds.

They are all locusts, so why bother talking about morality hypocritically. "

Cervantes murmured softly in a voice that only he could hear, and suddenly retracted his palm.

The commissioner's face stopped melting and gradually returned to its original state. He leaned on the chair exhaustedly, never daring to look at Cervantes again.

"Now, do the work."

Cervantes sat down slowly and looked out the window at the approaching coastline, waiting for the cooling countdown of the old seal of change.